When I Had a Car Accident
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If you knew me, you’d say I’m funny, cool, sensitive, crazy, goofy, silly, sweet, nice, heartwarming, over protective, loves to fight, and sometimes very moody. In our family we have a lot of rules. My family hates a lot of things. They hate when me and my brothers and sisters sing along with the radio, and they hate when we act shy in front of people. My brother is crazy, silly, goofy, funny, and did I say crazy? My mom is sweet, nice, heartwarming, crazy too, and very over-protective. My mother is a very special person. She always knows what to do and what to say. She is nice, funny, and smart and like all mothers she is very special in her own way. She always knows how you feel and she can always understand you. She knows the right advice to give you in different situations. I wish I could feel the same way about my dad, but we don’t get along very well. My dad is crazy and over-protective.
It all happened around two blocks away from my old house on Hirsch and Karlov. It was at night and it was winter. I was younger, and much braver. I remember smelling gas and the smell of my daddy’s car. I remember seeing a lot of buildings and a lot of people.
I was about ten years old, and we had just come back from dropping my little cousins off at home. I was asleep, sitting on the passenger side. My brother was driving and listening to the radio. We were the only two people in the car. When I woke up, my head was bleeding and the glass in front of me was cracked. A white car hit the side I was sitting on and then kept on driving. I was scared because I had been asleep and I couldn’t open the door and I saw police cars and ambulance trucks everywhere. This was most challenging because I was scared and I was stuck in the car for about a half an hour before my brother got me out.
I had to get stitches in my head and I couldn’t go to school for three days. I lost my shoes and me and my daddy’s favorite car. I was used to being spoiled by everyone and I got whatever I wanted from anybody. I was devastated and very upset because I had to go to the hospital to get stitches. I was also scared because I don’t like hospitals because that is where most people die. My mother was there to help me along the way. She was holding my hand and trying to calm me down.
I learned a lot from that experience. I think I gained a lot of love, trust, and responsibility from people. If the person was caught, we could have sued him and pressed charges. I learned that we could have died.
